#šŸŖ¶Eric is An AngelšŸŖ¦
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circusgoth-dotcom Ā· 2 months ago
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Guardian Angel
Ship: Eric Draven x Gilmour Enix
Word Count: 923
Summary: Yayyy first Eric fic!! Gil keeps encountering a mysterious but well-meaning stranger. Tonight, they spend significant time together. CWs for food mentions, brief death mention, brief implied suggestiveness.
Tag List: @canongf @futurewife @knightfallships
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Gil was in the usual place he could be expected on a Friday eveningā€” the cramped, smoky lobby of the Bronze Inn. It was an apartment complex before the rent got too high, then it ironically became a budget hotel. He looked at the digital clock beside the register. 7:34pm shone solidly back at him. Above his head, two tenants slept. A third, whose exit date was rapidly approaching, hadnā€™t been seen since they entered.
Gil ruled that they were, realistically, dead, but he wasnā€™t about to go up there and find out. They were just about to call it a night when the door creaked open, letting in a gust of freezing rain.
ā€œHow many nights?ā€ It asked without looking up from their magazine.
ā€œJust the one, I think.ā€
Their gaze flicked up. Past their spotty glasses, they caught a familiar glimpse. He straightened up and cleared his throat. ā€œHave you been following me?ā€
The man who had entered smiled behind his pale facepaint. ā€œEver heard of coincidence?ā€
Gil hummed. ā€œToo much coincidence and I think they call it intentional. Who are you?ā€
The man half-bowed. ā€œSimply a travelling showman, my good sir.ā€
ā€œYeah, right.ā€ His stomach growled and he sighed, rubbing his face underneath his glasses.
ā€œWhy donā€™t we ditch this place and fill up the fuel tank?ā€
They looked around. ā€œWellā€¦ alright.ā€ They bent down and retrieved a folded sign from under the desk, placing it on top. Gone on Smoke Break- Clerk Will Return Shortly. He then grabbed his coat and came up beside the stranger. ā€œBeats sleeping on an empty stomach.ā€
The stranger gave him a sympathetic look as they set out into the dreary night. Gil pulled up his hood, following the dark-haired man to what was essentially a shack on a corner. It had a large window open to the street and a counter where customers could sit. Inside, it was as if someone had carved a kitchen out of a more traditional restaurant and plopped it on the side of the road. The sign on top of the shack read Maxi-Dogs. Gil ordered a cheeseburger and a cherry cola, happy to fill his ornery stomach.
ā€œYouā€™re not going to get anything?ā€ He asked of the stranger, who put his hand up dismissively.
ā€œI already ate. And donā€™t worry about paying, itā€™s on me.ā€
Gil couldnā€™t help but still feel cynical. He sighed and set down his sandwich. ā€œAlright, what is it that you want?ā€
ā€œWhat do you mean?ā€
ā€œYouā€™re being awfully cordial to meā€¦ trust me, Iā€™m just a bellhop. I donā€™t do any of that backdoor stuffā€¦ā€
The stranger frowned, putting a firm but comforting hand on Gilā€™s arm. ā€œHey. Iā€™m not that kind of guy. I promise.ā€ His tone was soft and insistent, his gaze painfully sincere. Quietly, they went back to eating. ā€œDo they still show movies in this dump?ā€ The stranger continued when they were finished.
ā€œTheaterā€™s been closed for years, stranger,ā€ Gil almost chuckled. ā€œDo you live under a rock?ā€
He smiled. ā€œSomething like that. Well, come on.ā€
Before Gil could ask what he was up to, they were being led away from the food stall. As the rain grew heavier, Gil let the man rush him to the old abandoned theater.
ā€œI told you, itā€™s closed!ā€ Gil shouted over the downpour. He watched the man climb a ladder on the side of the building before forcing open a nearby window. He waved them inside and they sighed, following him and landing in a dark projector room. As their eyes adjusted to the lack of light, they saw the stranger digging through a box of film. ā€œYou know, Iā€™ve got to get back to work at some pointā€¦ Iā€™m the only one there tonight, and I only get a few hours of sleep as it is.ā€
ā€œIā€™ll pick a short one. Itā€™ll be good for you.ā€
Gil gave him a questioning look he couldnā€™t have seen in the shadows. ā€œIā€™ll find us some seats,ā€ it sighed, blindly leaving the room. As it felt around, it tried to wrack its brain on if it knew the man itā€™d spent the evening with. Other than seeing him around before and having the briefest of interactions, it knew nothing about him. He seemed strangely kind for the world Gil lived in. It was hard to believe it was at all genuine. The screen suddenly flickered to life as the stranger wiped dust and cobwebs away from the projectorā€™s lens. He joined them shortly in a back row as a Pop-Eye film began to play. Gil pushed back his hood.
ā€œCanā€™t believe this all still worksā€¦ too bad the speakers arenā€™t hooked up,ā€ they commented after a beat. They then looked to the stranger. ā€œCanā€™t you at least tell me your name, if you arenā€™t going to tell me why youā€™re so interested in me?ā€
The stranger hesitated, eyes locked on the screen, his jaw slightly slanted. Finally, he looked at them, again with those purely dutiful eyes. ā€œItā€™s Eric. And Iā€™m interested in you because youā€™reā€¦ special.ā€
ā€œEric,ā€ Gil repeated. They both redirected their attention to the silent animation. As it went on, Gil felt exhaustion settling in their body, their vision blurring as they struggled to keep their eyes open. Giving in, they found themself leaning against Ericā€™s shoulder.
ā€œYou can close your eyes, Starchildā€¦ Iā€™ve got you.ā€ Eric spoke softly, then looked up as his raven friend flew in through the open window. ā€œLetā€™s make sure he gets home safe.ā€
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circusgoth-dotcom Ā· 1 month ago
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I feel Ew but uhh me & the sadboi šŸ’•
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circusgoth-dotcom Ā· 2 months ago
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I was planning on Jack Skellington being my October blog theme but I'm kind of leaning towards Eric instead .//_//.
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circusgoth-dotcom Ā· 16 days ago
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Clownie's Halloween Stim Countdown: Day 5
Eric Draven stimboard w/ soft fabric, a crow (or more likely a raven), and a cat
(middle image cropped by me!!)
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circusgoth-dotcom Ā· 1 month ago
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Thinking about watching The Crow for the third time this year bc I'm a freak
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circusgoth-dotcom Ā· 2 months ago
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rewatched the crow bc i fucking love my boyfriend
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circusgoth-dotcom Ā· 3 months ago
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wooogh eric draven my beloved
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circusgoth-dotcom Ā· 4 months ago
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circusgoth-dotcom Ā· 4 months ago
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circusgoth-dotcom Ā· 5 months ago
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Gilmour "Gil" Enix - The Crow s/i
alright, so it wasn't instantaneous, but it shouldn't be at all surprising that i'd want to wife up eric draven SHSHSHSH
gil is a desk clerk at a shitty little hotel that only has about fifty rooms
in my story/lore, after the events of the initial film, eric is called back from the land of the dead once more and given a mission by "the great beyond" to look out for gil, leading to them eventually falling in love
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